Monday, December 1, 2014
Game-Changer
I thought it was sweet. Then I read the comments.
Women—nice, compassionate people—came out of the woodwork and posted hateful, catty things, criticizing her and trying to invalidate her. Why? Because so many of them want babies and can't have them, or have lost them, or have been pregnant many, many times more than she has and think she just needs to suck it up.
When did it ever become socially acceptable, much less expected behavior for mostly Latter-day Saint women, to engage in this type of one-upmanship?—
The danger to your health that you suffered in bringing your baby into the world doesn't matter because I had a miscarriage.
Your feelings about the discomfort of pregnancy don't matter. You should be grateful.
If only it were as easy for everyone to just decide to have a baby and magically be pregnant.
I want a baby and would suffer anything for one, therefore, it is unrighteous for you to struggle with this thing that I want.
Why is it so hard to live without comparisons? Why is it so hard sometimes not to think that if this one particular thing someone else has struggled with is the hardest thing they've ever had, their life must somehow be so much easier than our own, or that even if it is easier it somehow means that person isn't worthy of respect and compassion? This is not a competition over whose life is the hardest.
I used to be this way. I would listen to and read people talking about their marriages and their children and I would think it all sounded so much better compared to what I had to wake up to every morning. And I think sometimes I was envious. They had the one thing that I wanted, and that made it justifiable in my mind to think they needed to check their privilege.
Then I did get exactly what I wanted, and it is better than I ever dreamed it would be. There are stars in my eyes every time I think about my husband, every time I talk about him, every time I'm with him; and even though I won't meet my baby for a long time and right now it is only a little bigger than a peach, thinking about it makes me happy to tears. But it does sometimes take a lot of work to be married, and being pregnant is sometimes really difficult.
And now I am ashamed that I ever thought those kinds of thoughts, that I ever let myself be any kind of bitter or make any kind of judgment about someone else's circumstances and how they compared with mine.
I think about Leah and Rachel in the Bible. Who knows what their relationship was like before they were married to Jacob, and who knows what it would have been like if they hadn't been in the circumstances they were—when it looks like they spent years of their womanhood jealous of each other? One because her sister was the favorite wife, the other because her sister had many sons. What kind of example of jealousy did that set for their children, many of whom were so full of hate that they wanted to kill their own brother and only backed down when the alternative to sell him into slavery was presented?
None of us have to live in circumstances that are that brand of difficult (sharing a husband with one's sister, I mean ... ouch), but regardless of what it is we want that we see other people having, shouldn't we be able to love and support and empathize with our sisters and our brothers no matter what?
I happened upon a friend at the gym the other day, and we had a long conversation. She confirmed something that I had only suspected before—she has been married for ten years, and in all that time, she has not been able to have a child. I felt almost bad telling her that I'm pregnant and how happy and excited I am about it. But what she had to say about it is something I will probably never forget.
When she sees other couples having children, including most of her younger siblings, she is just glad that her struggle is not everyone's struggle. It makes it better for her to know that it's not widespread and there aren't that many people who have a problem with this. She loves kids and would love to be a mother, but in the meantime she is just happy that other women get to be mothers.
No comparisons. No jealousy. No "my life is harder than yours". No "you should be more grateful".
Wouldn't that solve about every problem in the world, if we could simply see everyone's experiences as being just as valid as our own?
There is a shocking lack of empathy in this world, both among those who follow Jesus Christ and those who don't. I was touched by another conversation I had with a dear friend, who said something to the effect that our mortal lives involve so many needs that will simply never be met by others because we are incapable of truly understanding what it is like to be someone else. We are desperate to be understood, but it's unrealistic to expect it. I don't mean to be depressing, but I think there is a lot of truth in saying that "Most men live lives of quiet desperation." Even my husband, who has the kindest heart and the strongest incentive to understand how I feel when I am sad, will still never completely understand.
The beautiful part is that we can be grateful to Jesus, who is capable of understanding it, and that is more than enough to heal us if we will be healed, though it may take time.
During that time, we have an obligation to at least try to do the same for others. The scriptures don't say comfort those you think have it harder than you, or judge those that mourn whether or not they actually deserve to be sad. They say comfort those who stand in need of comfort, mourn with those that mourn. This means even if you are mourning, even if you need comfort yourself, that is something you are expected to do if you follow Jesus.
I don't want to ever let that kind of poison into my mind and heart again, much less think it's ok to express it in words—in person, or on social media.
Saturday, November 15, 2014
The Heat Is On
It doesn't have much to do with Rainbow Bright herself... though I did really love playing with that color form set when I was little. The 80s might have had bad hair, but they had great toys.
I love this blanket because my mom made it for me, and it's been the perfect weight and softness to bring comfort to a sick girl for many, many years. And, honestly, even though Husband is my favorite, he's only been in my life for a fraction of that time. I threw away my old feather pillow just for him ... but I'm not sure I'm ready to give up the blanket.
Thursday, November 13, 2014
This Is What I Think About
Saturday, August 16, 2014
One Thousand
After much internal debate, a few half-hearted suggestions from friends and family, and a brief but interesting first encounter with YA Steampunk (which was fun but not worth blog time), I decided to go with Atlas Shrugged. Not because I believe in Objectivism, but because from everything I have heard, the book is unique for its depiction of what freedom and justice really look like.
The book is well worth reading, whether you agree with it or not. Because so many people hate it, it is generally put in a class of its own, or dismissed as political philosophy, but really, this book has close ties to Urban Fantasy and even Steampunk--but I would actually say that it's Anti-steampunk, because Steampunk a lot of the time acknowledges magic, whereas Atlas Shrugged is a direct attempt to prove that nothing happens by magic, but by hard work and ingenuity.
It would be easy here to go off on a political rant instead of doing a review of the book. In fact, I did just that, but fortunately for you, I deleted it before I went too far.
Rand's writing is brilliant in many ways. She provides excellent imagery, particularly in allowing for the visualization of the characters. Every page reads like a scene from a Classic movie. Black and white, high contrast lighting; busy, energetic backdrop. I haven't seen the movies that are being made from this story--I don't see how they could be made in color with 21st-Century actors and still achieve the right tone and visual effect the story needs.
She shares the ability with Tolstoy, another Russian, to give a panoramic view of life in all its complexities. In some ways, it's a lot like Anna Karenina.
However, like George Eliot, she can be heavy. She overstates her points with prose. While the illustrations are apt, the monologues could use some heavy editing. And unlike Eliot, whose heaviness conveys erudition, Rand's can have a tone of condescension.
Before I started reading it this last time (I actually attempted to read it twice before and didn't get very far), I skimmed through the reviews on Amazon. Incidentally, you can learn a lot about something from Amazon by reading the 1-star reviews. That's what I always do, anyway. If the bad reviews are written by petty, uneducated people who are miffed about something, whether it be that the ideas in the book challenge their worldview or the book just didn't get there fast enough, it's probably going to be at least marginally good. The negative reviews about AS on Amazon were mostly written by people who were offended by the author's narrow, judgmental viewpoint. Well, there you go. As soon as you pull the "You're so judgmental" card, especially with reference to fiction, I'm sick of you and more likely to disagree with everything you say. There were many objections that I find to be very legitimate, but most of those were brought up in the positive reviews--such as the fact that she is overly verbose in stating her points, and that she has a limited scope and view of the world.
In acknowledging that limited scope, I'm reminded of a crazy experience I had one time watching a Bollywood film. It was set in Las Vegas and Mexico, and featured two star-crossed lovers--one from India, one from Mexico. I've seen violent movies before. I've seen movies before that depicted corruption of lawmakers and law enforcers. At first I couldn't figure out why I found the movie so much more disturbing than others of that kind--and my sister helped me see that it was probably because the makers of the movie were accustomed to a different type of corruption, and to a political system that is much more murky than what we're used to experiencing as Americans--and that they injected that worldview into their depiction of American lives.
I feel like maybe that is what happened with Ayn Rand as she wrote Atlas Shrugged. She was scarred by her experiences with Russian Communism, and she would have seen anything remotely resembling those kinds of tendencies and thoughts very differently than someone who was born in a non-Communist country.
However, I do not feel that her points are rendered invalid by her experiences. Those experiences and fears are natural and just, and the situations she fabricated are not that far off from reality, so regardless of how much we might agree or disagree with her politically, it is important to weigh the kinds of concerns she brings up and put some serious thought into what is happening around us, as well as how we are perceiving political and economic events.
At any rate, it has given me a new understanding of the importance of taking charge of my own success and allowed me a stronger sense of pride in a job well done--both at work and at home. And for that, I appreciate her genius.
Next book review (potentially): Man's Search For Meaning, by Victor Frankl.
Saturday, May 31, 2014
Bridezilla
I fear there might be something worse than bridezilla. I think it might be more difficult for people to deal with bride-I-just-want-everyone-to-be-happy-and-have-a-good-time-so-I'm-always-changing-my-mind-about-what-I-really-want-for-the-wedding.
Some coworkers sweetly let me know I was crazy for telling four of my siblings that they could all stay with me in my 600-square-foot apartment for two days before the wedding. I think it will be lots of fun, and I'm never ever going to tell a family member that they can't stay with me—particularly considering the effort it takes to come to a wedding over 1,000 miles away. It will be like a bachelorette party. Only without all the yucky stuff. And with some of my favorite people, except without Man ... sad. So, okay, not really like a bachelorette party. But fun nevertheless, because my siblings are brilliant.
There was a moment at my third visit to the (second) tailor shop that I almost didn't tell them to adjust the dress again, because I hate being hard to please. But then I reminded myself that I did not pay all that money for alterations—they cost more than the dress itself—only to end up with a dress that puffs out in an unflattering way right at the belly.
Even when you try to keep things as simple as possible, planning a wedding is expensive and stressful. How expensive and stressful you would never know unless you've tried looking for bridal gowns (what the ...! is going on with those price tags??). I never realized before venturing into this world myself that some people will actually get a second job for a year or two just to pay for a wedding. My goal was just to manage it without cleaning out my entire savings account. My coworkers might marvel at how put-together I seem, and they might kindly observe that it must be because my focus is on the marriage rather than the wedding. Maybe that's true, but weddings are messy, and I don't think I'm as put together as I seemed during that conversation.
The last straw for this people-pleasing bride was being told that several members of the groom's extended family don't want to come unless there is a ring ceremony. There are only two weeks left before the wedding. I'm now planning one, but it makes me want to cry big tears. I may or may not have already cried big tears.
One day it will all be worth it. It is important to Man that these people come and have a good experience—and because it is important to him, it's important to me. We will look back on the day and just remember how nice it was to have all our family here to support us.
All the same, it's a good thing it's too late to elope.
Tuesday, April 8, 2014
Stop Eating Worms
When I was a little girl and I was determined to be upset about something, my mom used to say I should go eat worms. This makes sense to anyone who knows me, because I'm kind of a princess about food and, well, a lot of other things. It was her ultimate way of bringing home the point that I was the one choosing to feel ill-used.
And with that introduction, I want to talk about passive aggressivism. This is on my mind because not long ago I listened to a motivational talk that was mostly about marital relationships but can apply to just about anyone's dealings with other people.
People, no matter how much they love you, can not read your mind. Period. It doesn't somehow mean that they love you more if they happen to guess what you want or need at just the right moment. It doesn't mean they love you less if they actually ask you what you want or what you need.
This is one of the big problems I have with Relief Society and Visiting Teaching culture. And maybe friendships as well. Maybe I'm trying to rationalize how bad of a visiting teacher I am (although in my defense, I try to see my ladies, but they are very upfront about the fact that they would rather just be friends than have me stop by their house with a message from the Ensign). Maybe I'm just bad at reading people. Maybe I'm too self-absorbed to anticipate needs and wants. I dunno, but I'm tired of stressing about it.
It seems to me to equate to the story about the wife who sits around sniffing audibly and then gets massively offended because her husband doesn't automatically know that he was supposed to take out the trash before it got smelly. Um ... how about just asking him to take out the trash?
Yes, we've all heard those sweet stories about women who just called up on a prompting from the Spirit and it happened to be the moment when her visiting teachee was going into premature labor and needed to be rushed to the hospital immediately and provided with childcare and meals for her family. Those are great stories. They are powerful stories. I do not discount them.
However, there is another side to this. The Spirit does not tell us every little thing we are supposed to do that is good and right and saving. Sometimes we honestly don't know what someone needs, and the Spirit is not going to tell us. Because that would make us lazy.
At the same time, we seem to have built up this culture that says our visiting teachers and our friends— and whoever else—is supposed to just know what we need and do it without being asked.
That's stupid. If you are offended by someone asking you what you want or need, that's your problem. If you choose to believe that it is a lazy question that is intended to avoid the responsibility of anticipating what you need, well, you have big issues and you need to work through them. Almost every time someone asks you what you need, it is from a sincere desire to help. And if you don't believe that, go have a little therapy. I'm serious.
And what's more, it's really ok to have to ask someone for help. Don't wait for them to offer and feel ill-used when they either forget or aren't specific enough. Just ask.
I'm done feeling bad that I actually have to ask how I can help. There is only so much you can observe about someone, especially when they are too busy to have you come into your home and hang out with you for half an hour (no hard feelings ladies, I totally understand). And the Spirit works better when your mind is informed. It's not magic, it's inspiration. Two completely different things.
Takeaway: I will continue to come up with random acts of service that I offer to my visiting teachees and friends, but if they choose to believe that I'm supposed to just know, and that I should automatically know what they want or even that I should randomly know what they need before they even know they need it, I'm not going to worry or assume that I don't have the Spirit. I love serving people, and I love helping them in ways that are actually helpful—this is not a case of "I'm going to do this nice thing for you so that I can feel good about myself while it's not really doing much to help you and may even be adding stress to your already stressful life."
I want to help. I am not going to read your mind. And I am going to continue to ask how I can help.
Addendum:
The Church is true. The more I think about it and the more I live it, the more I know it. There is not another organization that is so perfectly designed to take people who with all their hearts want to be good and systematically teach them how.
Thursday, April 3, 2014
Critters
First, I love butterflies. Who doesn't? I have fake butterflies pinned up on the walls of my apartment, and they make me so very happy. When the nice photographer who is doing our wedding announcements was asking me what my "style" was, I wasn't sure—Man said butterflies. And he is right.
So I was actually a little bit thrilled when I discovered that the other night when we were saying goodnight on the doorstep and occupied with things other than what was coming in and out the door, a butterfly (well, it's probably a moth) came in and took up residence. The great thing about it is that it attached itself to the wall in very close proximity to the fake butterflies so it blended right in. So cute.
It did leave me wondering what it was going to do for survival, and I made a mental note to check on it in the morning. Of course it was gone by then. Somewhere else inside, I figured. As long as it didn't end up landing on my face while I was sleeping, I wasn't concerned.
Then I found it today. In a spider web. I'm not sure how I feel about that.
Anyway, the other thing I have to say about critters is that some people just need to understand that not everyone thinks that their yappy dog who gets excited/angry on a regular basis in the middle of the night (and at various and sundry times of the day) is as cute as they think it is. I want to be a nice neighbor and not go straight to apartment management about it, but how would it look if I showed up in my jammies at 1am and just told them straight up--your dog is keeping me from getting some desperately needed sleep? Let's work on some conflict resolution here.
But I can't think of any good way to ask them to work with me. For now, I'm just praying they move soon, like it seems everyone else in that particular apartment does. People must hate living below me. Maybe it has something to do with how often I drop my liter-sized shampoo bottles while showering. I dunno. And maybe that is just as rude as having a yappy dog. I guess everyone is unintentionally rude sometimes. Even spiders who let butterflies get caught in their webs.
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
One Thousandth
Monday, January 27, 2014
What the—? Education Rant, Part 2
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/claire-wapole/thirty-minutes-tops_b_3861853.html
Can you believe the nerve of this woman, who is poking fun at the person who is attempting to give her freaking kid an industry-standard education that she doesn't even have to pay for?
If you think you don't have enough hours in the day to teach your kids life skills, if the school day and its subsequent responsibilities are too much for you, I suggest you find an alternative, rather than turning the work that teacher does in the classroom into a joke.
I hate public education, and I hate homework, too, but give me a break.
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
A Rant on Education
Few people annoy me more than the parents of special needs children. That is my problem, not theirs. I am working on repenting for this. They are carrying a burden I can't imagine, and I do feel an insane amount of compassion for them, particularly when I'm able to meet them as individuals. But I can't stand them as a group. Most of them lobby and "advocate" and fight emotional battles; they make a big deal about non-issues. And in the end, they end up forcing acts like IDEA that contribute to the destruction of everyone's educational experience.
After seeing two different friends from two different states post memes regarding education that are supposed to be common sense and clever, I can't not express my opinion somewhere, so rather than hijacking someone's Facebook status, I'm going to rant on my blog.
Apparently, Michael J. Fox says that if a kid can't learn the way you teach, maybe you should teach the way they can learn. Aw, that's so sweet.
It's also ridiculous.
Public education was never meant to be a customizable, boutique experience in which every child gets his or her individual needs catered to. It's impractical, not to mention impossible. If you want your special baby to have the kind of attention that requires, do it yourself. You know your kid. You love your kid. And you know what kind of direction your kid's learning can and should take. If you are incapable of doing it yourself, how realistic is it to expect the State to do it? How realistic is it to expect a teacher with a classroom full of little darlings, all of whose needs are special, to customize the learning experiences in a way that doesn't waste anyone's time and doesn't require the teacher to work him or herself into an early grave? AT THE SAME TIME implementing a standardized State curriculum that is designed to be a one-size-fits-all assembly line model to churn out people capable of choosing the best answer when presented with 4 alternatives. All of this on a salary that is kept necessarily low—because, after all, it is tax money, which means it is forcibly taken from other citizens and can't be compared to the salary of professional athletes because things like sports generate their own revenues (I strongly disagree with the proposal that, as things stand, teachers should get more money. That's dumb. And while I didn't argue with the school district that employed me as a teacher when they hiked my salary up my third year, I didn't ask for it and don't think it was necessary to motivate me. I would have worked just as hard for 5 grand a year less.)
And I'm tired of the complaint that "my kid's teacher doesn't care." Duh. The teacher probably doesn't. At least not as much as the parent does. After all, it's your kid. Even very gifted and compassionate teachers are only capable of a certain amount of "caring"—or emotion—in any given time. Expecting them to care to the level that a parent does for every single kid they teach is unsound. But we are a society of unrealistic expectations. We have been taught from the time we were little that "if you can dream it you can do it." So let's all just dream about a perfect government-run educational system that does everything right. It's still not going to help the kids.
Because—and let's set aside the question of whether or not the child actually has any real difficulties learning, or if it's nothing but a motivational problem (which, contrary to teacher training literature in these trendy times, does actually exist—and rather than dismissing that, it needs to be addressed by the family and possibly by a professional counselor, but not by a teacher). The child goes to a highly structured, highly regulated "learning" environment five days a week. This child, special needs or not, is not stupid. He is going to realize very quickly that the stakes might be high for him, but they are even higher for his teacher—because if he fails to make progress the way the State either arbitrarily or very competently measures it, the teacher is the one to blame. The teacher is the one who is not teaching the way he can learn.
Year after year of this is enough to kill anyone's motivation, isn't it?
These children who struggle early on are conditioned to think that if they can't do something or don't want to, it's everyone else's job to make sure that they do it. The teacher's attitude has to be, "I'm going to make you succeed whether you want to or not." Even a very sweet and intelligent child is going to develop an attitude problem in conditions like that. But that is what No Child Left Behind and all public education initiatives have done.
Related to this is the entire idea of taxpayer funded, compulsory education. It is not a right. It is not laid out this way in the Constitution.
An educated citizenry is essential to the well-being of a nation. Few people would argue with that.
But are we really creating an educated citizenry when there is no element of choice, and no motivation for students to take advantage of the educational opportunities we are cramming down their throats?
I'm going to share an anecdote. I have a very good friend. She is intelligent, motivated, and sweet. She had four children, and her husband was in law school, and their income was very limited. She made do very happily, but she wanted her oldest child to have a crack at piano lessons. I offered to teach him for free.
She was overjoyed, and so was he. I put a lot of effort into those lessons, because I liked the mom, I liked the kid, and I like music; and I was happy to be doing a friend a favor. But after a few weeks, he stopped practicing. His effort to implement what I was teaching him was minimal at best, until we decided it was time to discontinue.
Mom wasn't putting any effort into reminding him to practice, because she didn't have any stake in it (by the way, she is not a helicopter parent, and this is one of the things I respect the most about her. Incidentally, she decided more recently, and with 6 kids now, that her kids weren't getting the kind of education she wanted for them in the public schools, so she pulled them all out and teaches them herself now). Kid wasn't putting any effort into practicing because he got lessons whether he practiced or not.
I've experienced similar situations with myself. People are like this. Good, intelligent, motivated, sweet people are like this. If we don't invest in something, we have no intrinsic motivation to get anything out of it.
It is not my intention here to propose a comprehensive solution for basic education, although I'm sure I could come up with any number of options that are better than what we have. And I have a few ideas right now.
The first step would be to dismantle the Federal Department of Education. It is useless.
I think it would be a good idea to take away state funding and allow communities to come up with their own solutions. It's dumb to place the entire financial burden on the taxpayers without giving any responsibility to the families of those receiving the education, but if individual communities want to do that, I won't stop them.
In addition, if I were running a school, I would require enrollees and their families to sign a contractual agreement with the school. I can come up with specifics later, but it would involve some sort of obligation for parents and students to conference with teachers and administrators and proactively respond to teacher feedback. In other words, the student should have to prove that he or she wants to be in school and actually intends to take advantage of the opportunity that is being provided. If a child and the child's family fail or refuse to keep their contractual obligations, there should be penalties—such as suspension and expulsion. I am not opposed to requiring financial reimbursement for funds wasted on someone who does not intend to take advantage of the privilege of education.
This doesn't mean that parents shouldn't require the teachers (and administrators and paraprofessionals) to be subject to rigorous evaluation and professional development. That's a no-brainer. People in just about any industry are required to adhere to performance standards and evaluations.
There are understandable concerns with these ideas. I'm not going to anticipate all of them, but I will briefly address children with special needs.
They deserve the opportunity to receive an education just as much as kids without diagnosable special needs. Whatever negative things I say about the programs and procedures used for them has nothing to do with the value I place on these kids themselves.
But I still think that the burden of proving progress should be on the student and his/her family, rather than on the teacher. Nothing wrong with data collection and analysis. Nothing wrong with requiring proof of efficacy and progress. But a parent can do that. A child can do that. After all, they are the ones who live with the consequences of knowledge acquisition or nonaquisition.
So, I guess in a roundabout way, I do think that teachers should teach the way kids can learn—but they need to be allowed to require the student to make the necessary investment to be able to appreciate what learning actually is.
Monday, January 20, 2014
Judgment
We live in a society that places particular virtue on being "nonjudgmental". I think in many ways this is great. It is a good thing that people collectively recognize that a person who makes big mistakes needs love first and foremost.
But I also think it is damaging in a way. We have become so hypersensitive to what other people think of us that some of us have problems going anywhere or doing anything where someone might judge us.
The new rallying cry is "Don't you dare judge me!"
It is true. We are admonished by Jesus Christ to judge not, that ye be not judged. But what makes being judgmental so much worse than being a liar or a glutton, or a fornicator or lazy or going into debt?
Nobody wakes up in the morning thinking, "I wonder how many people I can judge today."
It's unintentional. And the stupidest thing we can do is to allow someone who is being possibly judgmental (or maybe just has strong opinions about the way things should be and wasn't taking your personal behavior or feelings into account when they said what they did, because after all, you are not the center of the universe and there's no reason to take everything as a personal attack) to hurt our feelings.
If my feelings are hurt because someone judged me, that's just as much my problem as theirs. It's not my job to scream "How dare you judge me!" It's my job to say, this person made a mistake in judging me, and I can forgive and move on with my life.
And, further, when I find myself worried about being judged, most of the time it's because I'm worried myself about whether what I'm doing or saying is right. Or, even worse, when I want to be able to justify judging someone else for having different pet struggles or sins than the ones I have.
I am never more vulnerable than when I am reproachable.
Which means that pretty much if I am worried that people are judging me, I am probably being more judgmental of myself.
That is not at all to say that people shouldn't treat one another with love and consideration and kindness. Everyone is fighting a battle and we all need all the kindness we can possibly get. I am not defending unkind or judgmental behavior.
But I do think that our definition and practice of kindness, tolerance, love, and respect can be expanded and understood at a deeper level.
Monday, January 13, 2014
Identity Crisis ... Averted
Whaaaaaat?
Rarely have I been so puzzled. That's like telling Denzel Washington he's not black.
I'm pretty sure he would appreciate that as little as I did being told I'm not a redhead.
I don't support treating people different ways because of how they look, but ... uh, let's not water things down to the point that we pretend there is no difference in hair color and skin pigmentation. Was she trying to save my feelings by pretending my hair is a "normal" color?
As inconvenient as I have found it to be at times, my hair is red.
No getting away from that one. And why would I want to?
On the other hand, one of my Facebook friends shared a short article yesterday that claimed it was "Kiss a Ginger" Day. How nice.
At least one person I know got to celebrate it.